Bridlewood: the Cost of Lies

And now you know the truth. The truth that those in positions of power tried to cover up.

All my life I have tried to convince others of the truth, to look out beyond the murky veil of propaganda and darkness to see what is really out there. But all too often they retain the lie. Is it out of comfort?

No, at least not for most of them. The majority are not even aware they are lies at all.

Most traces of the disaster were purged in the years since, the populations reduced and documents destroyed. The unicorns who had worked to help contain it were sentenced to live in the exclusion zone- Alphabittle was one of them, I believe.

This need to save face instead of admitting the truth and trying to help heal the wounds of our broken world is what has brought our species to the brink of extinction countless times.

That is the true cost of a lie. It's not that we'll mistake them for the truth. The real danger is that if we hear enough lies, then we no longer recognize the truth at all.

A just world is a sane world. What happened at Bridlewood and the subsequent cover up convinced me that this world is neither.

If you are reading this, it means that I am already dead. My wife- your mother- passed a long time ago, and I know the day will come when I join her in paradise. On that day, I shall give you a key, and I shall have one last dying wish for you.

Show them the truth, Sunny. Bring the truth out into the light, and overcome the lies no matter the personal cost.

Because without the truth, we are nothing.

Your loving father,

Argyle Starshine.

As she finished reading the documents laid before her, Sunny was numb. All of that suffering and work to prevent a catastrophe, and all of it went to waste. She had looked up half the places and ponies mentioned, and it was as if none of them had ever existed. She had long since run out of tears, but now was not the time for crying. They had attempted communication with the other races, but she was yet to hear back.

She had to finish what her father had started, and prove that once, they had all lived in harmony. She had to bring them back together, and expose this and other truths to the world. Tomorrow was the annual CanterLogic Technology Demonstration, and she was going to confront them with the evidence her father had given her as a dying wish.

As she stepped out onto a balcony, the lights in the sky dancing on a spectral sea, she made a solemn vow. "You're sacrifice won't be in vain, dad. We'll play our part, hoof to heart."